Savannah

Savannah was a beautiful blur of cobble-stone paths, oak tree and spanish moss canopies and sunshine. While there I heard Gregorian chants at an old church, met a spoken word poet from Cleveland, and wandered aimlessly through the beautiful historic district. The city is drenched in history; parks exists every few blocks with commemorative statues and plaques, an old cemetery filled with victims of a yellow fever outbreak has been turned into a beautiful public park and horse drawn carriages meander through the streets. Two southern gentlemen out for a mid-afternoon stroll kindly shared their abundant knowledge of US history and historic Savannah with us. They directed us to many historic houses and knew obscure facts about many places in the city. I was glad that what they say about southern hospitality is true, strangers stop to chat with you in the street, and I wouldn't have been surprised if someone had invited me onto their porch for a nice cold glass of lemonade. -Bets